I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 570

Chapter 570 Chapter 28 Magic Gun
The air was filled with a sharp, piercing sound, like metal scraping against a rusted blade.
Under the fearful gazes of everyone, the Snow Seed King, far more powerful than ordinary Snow Seed creatures, roared, its chilling aura consuming everything. Ice shards froze in mid-air and fell, attacking them amidst the surging snow.
Miss Verafia raised her hand, holding a lantern. In the soft glow of the firelight, she saw the monster’s scarlet eyes, formed from pure frost, and the twisted, chaotic fragments of will on what couldn’t be called a head.
Igter urgently grabbed her arm and pulled her behind him, raising his magic-infused sword edge in front of him, his sapphire eyes narrowed in a grave expression.
The ice and snow monster before them was far stronger in sheer presence than the Snow Seeds they encountered in the frost last night, meaning it was at least a Crystal Rank existence. And the fact that it could make these Witch Hunters cry out in fear meant its strength could only be higher!
Suddenly, Azer stepped forward to stand before them. The chilling wind whistled through his robe, crystallizing into frost, but the red-haired young man showed no fear, staring intently at the ice monster charging through the frost wind.
However, he didn’t raise the long sword in his right hand. Instead, he raised the gun in his left, pointing it at the Snow Seed figure revealed in the firelight.
“This is…”
Miss Verafia’s golden eyes sparkled with curiosity.
Suddenly, the trigger was pulled, and searing flames erupted from the muzzle, burning away the cold with their intense heat. In a world of white frost, a straight line was drawn, and with a roar, it pierced the ice-cold monster’s body!
“BOOM!”
As if following this blazing flame, the entire earth seemed to tremble.
The expressions of the black-robed hunters around them were still filled with astonishment. But as they realized that the Snow Seed King, rumored to be terrifying, had turned into snowflakes under Azer’s gun, they immediately became spirited and unleashed their attacks on the remaining Snow Seeds.
Like the sudden frost wind that had brought them, the remaining Snow Seeds did not last long under the Witch Hunters’ assault.
Azer stood in place, watching his companions collect the crystal cores dropped by the Snow Seeds. Suddenly, his sleeve was gently tugged. He turned his head and saw the beautiful golden-haired girl in a white dress approaching him.
Being so close to such a stunning girl made Azer a little flustered. He asked, “Miss Verafia?”
“That thing in your hand, it’s a gun, isn’t it…?”
Miss Verafia’s golden eyes shone with curiosity as she looked at the short gun in the red-haired young man’s left hand. The magic circuits on the short gun hadn’t cooled yet, appearing on the long barrel made of magitech metal:
“Um, Azer, can I see it?”
Previously, Miss Verafia had been very interested in the “gun” in Azer’s hand, but she hadn’t had the chance to ask.
In Miss Verafia’s understanding, what Azer held resembled a toy called a “gun” made of magitech metal by a familiar alchemist a hundred years ago.
That gun, relying on mechanical operation and a special “gunpowder,” could generate powerful kinetic energy, and with special “bullets,” it was even capable of piercing a steel plate.
At the time, Miss Verafia had also wondered if this weapon called a “gun” could be used by ordinary soldiers. Of course, the thought was dismissed with a smile.
After all, even without considering the expensive cost, complex craftsmanship, and various precision issues, its power alone could not compare to high-ranking archers, let alone mages with their doomsday-level forbidden magic.
However, the weapon in Azer’s hand seemed very different from the one she had seen back then.
“Ha, of course, no problem.”
The red-haired young man was clearly unaccustomed to interacting with girls, so he quickly handed the weapon to the maiden.
With a sweet smile, she thanked Azer softly. Miss Verafia took it with her small hands, her delicate fingertips caressing it slightly. The metal exterior felt somewhat bitingly cold due to the wind and snow, but a faint residual warmth from the release of magic lingered.
Miss Verafia seriously examined the weapon in her hand.
In terms of craftsmanship and design, it was undoubtedly quite perfect, and even Miss Verafia couldn’t find many flaws. Just as she had thought before, this gun was loaded with ammunition made from magic crystals, and its power was released through etched magic circuits.
“Young Lady, you say this is a gun… but I think it’s more like a staff?”
Igter rarely saw his Young Lady so excited. He also walked to her side, looking at the short gun the girl was fiddling with in her fair, small hands.
“Yes, just as Igter said.”
Azer’s voice came:
“However, compared to a mage’s ordinary staff, the advantage is that it doesn’t consume one’s own magic power or require long incantations. You only need to pull the trigger to release an attack, achieving instant casting.”
“Moreover, with high-spec magic circuits, it can even cast spells that one hasn’t mastered… Of course, the price is that the special ammunition consumed is very expensive, unaffordable even for many Knight Nobles. Some knights have even sold their ancestral estates to win duels.”
The price Azer mentioned was not a problem for Miss Verafia at all. During her earlier scan, she had a general understanding of how to make it, and the specific cost was merely the price of magic crystals.
“This gun was custom-made for me by Count. If you are interested, Miss Verafia, I can take you there when we reach Vinash City.”
Azer saw a bright spark in the girl’s slightly raised, gorgeous golden eyes. After a moment’s hesitation, he spoke, “However, Miss Verafia, such a weapon only reduces the burden of magic. Using it still requires corresponding magical attainments…”
His gaze fell on the slender, delicate body of the golden-haired girl under the silk white dress. In Azer’s eyes, the girl showed no trace of magic fluctuations, appearing as a sickly young lady, completely lacking the energy to study magic.
Although he worried about the girl feeling disappointed, it was better to clarify in advance.
“Hmm. That’s nothing.”
Miss Verafia tilted her pretty face and smiled cheerfully.
Now, Igter wouldn’t let her use her magic, nor would he let her wield the authority of flame. As a Goddess Princess of Flame, holding a staff, she couldn’t release any attacks… However, if it were a magic gun like Azer described, it would be completely different.
These days, she had been like a delicate girl, constantly needing protection from Igter and Ophi. Even when facing danger, they wouldn’t let her step forward bravely.
Although she knew it was out of their good intentions, Miss Verafia couldn’t help but feel down and powerless in her heart.
Her slender little hand gently caressed the stock of Azer’s short gun. She slightly lowered her golden eyelashes, and a delicate, captivatingly thin arc was drawn on her exquisite face.
It was as if she didn’t want to passively accept everything, but also wanted to contribute to them, even if she couldn’t do much…